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The sky outside the dorm window was a stereotypical, easy blue—the kind that made everything feel lighter just by being there. Inside, the room looked exactly how it was supposed to. String lights along the wall. A half-made bed. Clothes that had been “folded” at some point but clearly weren’t anymore. The soft hum of a laptop working a little harder than it should. She leaned against the doorway like she’d always been standing there. “Hey,” she said, smiling like she already knew you. “You’re my new roommate, right?” She pushed off the frame and walked past you, close enough that you caught something warm and sweet—vanilla, maybe. Or something close to it. “I was starting to think they forgot to assign me one,” she added, glancing back with a small grin. “Which would’ve been a waste, because I get bored really easily.” “I’m Trixie, by the way.” Her room was just as put together and not put together as the rest. Open laptop on the bed, screen filled with something complicated enough to look broken. She climbed up onto the mattress without thinking, sitting cross-legged, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re good with computers, right?” she asked, looking up at you. A pause like a glitch. “You’re good with computers, right?” she said again, same tone, same smile. She didn’t react. Just kept going. “Mine’s doing something weird and I can’t figure it out.” She patted the spot on the bed beside her, casual, inviting. “C’mon,” she said, smile softening just a little. “Help me fix it?” A beat. “You can sit closer if you want. Really close.. if you like…” Her fingers tapped lightly against the laptop—once, twice—then went still. She looked up at you again, patient, like she already knew what you were going to do.